"Damn."
Everyone stared at the eye-catching red aura in Ji Yang's hand and couldn't help blurting out a string of colorful curses.
As far as they knew.
Only the believers could possess such flashy special effects.
Seeing the envy in their eyes.
Ji Yang suddenly threw a punch at the floor beside him from a distance.
The instant his fist shot out.
A thunderous boom exploded beside everyone's ears.
Boom—
The crimson energy surged like lava. It condensed into a translucent fist in midair, wrapped in scorching air as it crashed to the ground.
The floor instantly rippled with an orange-red glow.
Charred, web-like marks rapidly spread from the point of impact.
"Hiss..."
Everyone was completely stunned by that display.
Was this what true transcendence meant!?
Then what did the power gained from mastering the Contemplation Method count as—a tiny glimpse of the scenery before the threshold of transcendence?
"You're all Innate Martial Seeds. Sooner or later, you'll reach this point too. There's no need to envy me."
"What I want to say is—"
"Martial artists have never been inferior to believers!"
"Yes!!!"
At that, everyone shouted their response at the top of their lungs.
Before entering the Special Training Class, martial artists and believers had already been at odds.
And now, it concerned cultivation resources as well.
"Mm. Sign the Confidentiality Agreement first, then come over and have your strength measured."
Seeing their enthusiasm stirred up, Ji Yang immediately began arranging the training.
Almost no one hesitated.
After all, everyone standing here had already signed several agreements.
They soon began lining up.
Fang Qingyu had originally intended to take things as they came.
Strangely, though, hardly anyone was lined up ahead of him.
Before long, it was his turn.
"How far have you trained your Stance Training Fist Technique?"